Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

Something was very off. If the neutral way she spoke wasn't clue enough, the laughter was a huge red flag. Or, in Bridget's case, a green one... because if she could help, she would.

She knew it might not be possible. Some wolves experienced too much and it broke them. Some had little interest in putting the pieces back together.

You are left. And this is left. Bridget gestured around them. Then she shrugged. We only get one chance at it, or so it seems. If it can't get worse, it has to get better. She didn't expect that it would have much effect, but she could hardly say nothing.

I don't remember much. I wasn't awake for any of it, after she brought me here. She remembered pieces of the trip, and her arrival, but after that there was nothing until she woke after. The pain had still been terrible, but she was glad she had missed the worst of it.

What's your name? Out of the blue, maybe, but Bridget was genuinely curious.